This is a song about "Zach shears"

We both had dreams of being great

U know self made salf paid

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Or could i be the same one who came from a far away life

I'm about that life, i've been jumped and stabbed by a knife

He slings rocks, stashes his knife

9 months while holding in life

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Yesterday's irrelevant so raise your glass and celebrate

So i signed his face with razor blades,

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Nail you to your fuckin' floorboard, razor-sharp raw swords,

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Every time ya saw me

But am i less holy